This is the second part of Andrew and Charlie’s story. It is advised that you read Chapter 1 before continuing. Thank you all once again! – GG
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I woke up to a gentle nudge on my arm. Blinking away sleep, I looked up into my brother’s wry grin. Snapping my head away, I was surprised to see others around us, standing and collecting their belongings from the overhead bins.
“Hey,” my dad called over to me, grinning. “You managed to get some sleep.”
“Yeah,” I responded, mind foggy and a little confused. “I guess so.”
I heard a low chuckle come from Andrew. “You’re welcome,” he murmured, for my ears only. “Again.”
I shot out of my seat, unwilling to even think about what had occurred during the flight and why I had managed to finally find some sleep on the plane.
I avoided Andrew the entire way through the airport, all the way to the short stay parking lot where our Aunt Heather was waiting for us. It was pitch black and very late, but that didn’t stop her from jumping out of her car and giving each of us a bone-crushing hug.
We got everything packed into the car and took our seats. Dad took the passenger seat, which left me in the middle beside mom and Andrew. I could feel my brother’s eyes on me as we drove from the airport, but I refused to pay him any attention. Not after what happened, not when my mind was such a tangled mess.
His hand dropped to his upper thigh, long fingers spread out on the hard muscle. I tried to not be aware of it when his pinky skated a little closer, and closer, before finally brushing my bare leg ever so slightly. Maybe it was because of what had happened on the plane, but the gentle whisper of a touch send tingles straight to my pussy. My breath hitched in my throat as Andrew applied a little more pressure. As if he knew what was plaguing my brain, he rubbed that little finger soothingly along my thigh. It felt so nice, so reassuring, but I didn’t want any of it. I didn’t want it to feel good, didn’t want it to make my pussy clench. It was wrong, so so wrong.
I pulled my leg away until Andrew’s finger finally fell away. Once more I felt his heavy gaze on me, willing me to look his way, but I wouldn’t. I focused only on the dark road and Aunt Heather’s complaints about the weather recently.
With our arrival being so late, once we reached Aunt Heather’s house, we were simply shown our rooms and left to get ready for bed. Mom and dad were downstairs, in the basement room, while Andrew and I had separate rooms upstairs. Saying a quick goodnight to my parents and Aunt, I hurried along to my room. The door was open when I heard him –
“Charlie-“
I didn’t give him the chance to say whatever it was he was planning to say. I shut the door — perhaps a little too harshly — and sagged against it.
How, how had things become so fucked up in a matter of hours. What happened on the plane was on my mind constantly, in a never ending loop. Andrew’s hand on me, his fingers touching me, fucking me, inside me, giving me a sinful amount of pleasure. It was sick. I was sick for enjoying it so much. And I know Andrew wanted to talk, wanted to reassure me, because he was a good big brother like that, but I couldn’t face him right now. I was humiliated. It made no sense, he was just as involved as I had been — maybe more so, since it was all his doing in the first place — but that didn’t seem to matter to the self conscious part of me. Because it was me who got off on it, it was me who moaned into his arm, me who drove those skilled fingers deeper into my pussy, and it was my pussy that came all over him.
I felt heat spread throughout my body, along with shame. I was beginning to get wet again. This could not happen. I quickly changed into an oversized shirt and fresh panties and slid into bed, burrowing into the soft sheets. But if I had thought that my mind would simply switch off and let me sleep, I was sadly mistaken. In the dark quiet of my room, the memories from earlier this evening were louder, more vivid in my mind. I clenched my thighs together, groaning out loud. Fuck, why was this happening?
It was something I couldn’t answer as my fingers drifted down my body, over my breasts and stomach, delving into my panties. I was soaked. I rubbed my clit, unwilling to admit to what I was doing but also fully aware of the vision that was in my mind as I played with myself.
Dipping my fingers inside my wet pussy, I told myself that this would help. I needed this, needed to get it out of my system. Just one time, that would be enough. As I rationalized it in my mind, I started fucking myself a little harder. I rode my hand desperately, thinking of that forbidden act between my brother and I. I knew then that I was sick. Getting off on it once had been bad enough, but fantasizing about it again, mere hours later? Something was broken inside me for sure.
But I was so horny I didn’t have it in me to care in that moment. In my mind, my fingers became my brother’s, and we were on that plane, in full view of unknowing eyes.
My toes curled and mardin escort my hips jerked up as I came around my fingers. I bit my lip to stop from crying out, cognizant enough of the rest of my family that were sleeping peacefully all around me.
I pulled my fingers out, wiping the sticky residue over my stomach, then my tits. Andrew had wiped himself clean, and the memory of that image alone was enough to have me considering if I should play with myself again.
Instead, I sighed loudly into the dark room and turned onto my side, guilt wrapping around me.
Yep, Charlie I thought to myself as I drifted. You are one sick bitch.
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The next day was spent catching up with Aunt Heather and her husband George. They were eager to know about my graduation and Andrew’s first year at college, along with the ‘adult’ gossip from back home, which my mom supplied in abundance.
Despite my Aunt’s complaints last night, the sun was shining brightly, and there was a warm breeze flowing. It was a perfect summers day. We all hung out in the garden, enjoying the company and the sun. Andrew and I didn’t talk at all, and he made no move to come to me. Either he’d gotten the hint, or he, too, found me disgusting. I can’t say that either scenario was appealing to me.
The day went on, and for dinner we decided on a barbecue in the yard. We all sat outside as we ate, with Andrew choosing a seat to my right. Because we weren’t exactly on speaking terms, I paid him no mind, even though my eyes flitted to him every now and then.
Mom and Heather soon started on the wine, and George and my dad were well onto their third beers. Andrew, being older and a boy, I guess, was allowed to indulge in a little alcohol, unlike me. I found it totally unfair, and made a point to voice my opinion, not that it mattered to anyone else for all the attention they gave it.
When none of the adults were looking, I felt a nudge to my arm. Looking down, Andrew discretely held out his beer to me. My eyes trailed up to his face, the first time I willingly looked at him since we got off the plane. He wasn’t looking at me, instead he was casually feigning interest in George and dad’s conversation. Looking back down at his fingers wrapped around the glass bottle, the same fingers that had been thrusting inside me, I felt my stomach drop as I clenched my thighs together.
I darted from my seat suddenly, knocking over some things on the table and earning a few looks from my family. Muttering an apology, I practically ran inside and shut myself in the downstairs bathroom.
Panting, I held myself up on the counter, unable to even look at myself in the mirror. I had no idea how to fix this. Aside from masturbating to thoughts of my brother once more — which my pussy thought was a really good idea — there seemed to be nothing that would cure this sickness. I’d avoided him for almost an entire day, which was no mean feat considering we were sleeping just a wall apart from each other, and yet the feelings that has been ignited in me wouldn’t go away.
The bathroom door opened suddenly, and I gasped when I saw Andrew’s reflection in the mirror.
“What are you doing?” I snapped.
Andrew frowned at me, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s going on Charlie?”
I narrowed my eyes. “What’s going on is you clearly have no respect for a person’s private bathroom time.”
“I mean it,” he retorted. “You’ve been avoiding me all day, and it’s driving me fucking crazy.”
“Just leave me alone, okay?” I start to walk out, but before I can get anywhere, he’s got his hands on my shoulders and is forcing me back until my ass hits the counter.
“Talk to me, Charlie. If this… If this is about what happened-“
“Of course it’s about that,” I hiss.
His throat bobs up and down as he swallows. “Right. I thought as much.”
“You’re a genius,” I muttered sarcastically. “Now will you let me go?”
“No,” he said, applying more pressure to my shoulders. His hands were warm on my bare skin. “Charlie… Fuck. I’m…”
“You’re what?”
“I’m sorry, okay? I’m really sorry.”
I hadn’t been expecting that. His eyes were earnest and vulnerable as he gazed down at me. It took me a moment before I could find any words.
“W-why are you sorry?”
His expression turned puzzled. “For what happened. For doing that to you. I thought I was… Fuck, I don’t know what I was thinking. Clearly I wasn’t. And I’m sorry-“
“Andrew,” I paused. “Do you… Do you think I blame you?”
“Of course,” he said, voice flat. “I was the one who touched you.”
“Andrew,” pressing my hand to my head, I tried to rub away some of the tension there. “That isn’t the reason I’ve been avoiding you.”
That seemed to take him by surprise. “It’s not?”
“No!” I breathed in shakily. “I… I’ve been avoiding you because… Because I liked it.”
Andrew remained silent, which only caused me to carry on talking. “I… I liked it a lot. I’m sure you could tell,” I felt my face heat. “A-and I was ashamed. mardin escort bayan You’re my brother, and I got off on it. I came on your fingers, with our parents next to us, no less. It was so sick and wrong and I’ve been replaying it in my mind because I can’t seem to get the feeling of you out of my head-“
I was cut off from any more rambling when my brother pressed his lips to mine, capturing them in a hot, hard kiss. His hand came and clasped my cheek, holding me in place.
Pulling back, he murmured, “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
My head was swimming, my senses all filled with thoughts of my brother and his all too quick kiss.
“Do you hear me Charlie? There is nothing you should be embarrassed over.”
“How can you say that?”
“Because it was a natural reaction. I knew what to do to make you feel good, and your body responded. That’s all.”
My body was absolutely responding once more as it recalled what it had felt like to have a small part of him inside me. Andrew came closer. My heart pounded as he ran his fingers up and down the tops of my bare arms.
“I-I don’t understand…”
“You don’t need to.”
“But, this is wrong.”
“Did it feel wrong?”
I wanted to say yes, I wanted to say that it felt disgusting, but that would have been a complete and utter lie.
Andrew didn’t wait for my response. He came even closer, pressing the entire length of his body against mine. Leaning down, he pressed another kiss to my lips, my cheek, down to my throat. I stayed totally still, letting my brother dazzle me with his sinfully soft lips. When he began to suck and pull on my throat I placed my arms on his hard chest, pushing him back.
“God, Andrew, stop. We need to stop.”
“I don’t want to. You don’t want me to either.” His hands drifted down, underneath my flowing dress. When his fingers pressed against my bare stomach I gasped out loud.
“Please! Andrew. Mom and dad are right out there.”
He pressed a kiss to the tops of my breasts, which were visible due to the neckline of my dress. “They’re busy with Heather and George,” he said between wet kisses.
I let my head fall back against the mirror as he continued touching me. I knew I couldn’t let it go much further. The door was unlocked. Our parents or Aunt or Uncle could walk in at any moment and find us. Fully clothed, but it was still a compromising position for a brother and sister to be caught in.
Andrew didn’t seem to share the same concerns. He pulled and tugged at the neckline until my breasts spilled free. My nipples immediately hardened from both the cool air and my brother’s dilated eyes. I was fairly large in that department, despite my petite and slender frame, and Andrew seemed to appreciate this.
His hands left their position under my dress to cup both of my tits. I groaned, revelling in the feeling of his thumbs skirting over my hard tips.
“Andrew,” I moaned. I wasn’t sure what exactly it was I was moaning for. His head dipped, and one of my little nipples was pulled into his mouth. I hissed at the sensation, my back arching, fighting to get closer to him. Andrew sucked and licked my nipple, driving wild feelings directly to my already aching pussy. I was so wet and growing more so. I was so turned on I was sure I could smell it in the air.
“Andrew,” I tried to back away. “We need to stop.”
Andrew released my nipple with a pop and gazed into my eyes. “You want me to?”
Afraid of the truth, I nodded timidly instead. Andrew loomed over me, bending me further over the counter. His hands once again lifted the hem of my dress and dove under it. Only this time, they went directly to my sopping panties.
“I don’t think you do,” he murmured into my ear. “Your pussy doesn’t want me to.”
I whimpered when his hand traced the seam of my underwear, over my pussy lips. “This is so wrong.”
“Is it?” Andrew nipped at my earlobe. “Does this feel wrong?” He started rubbing his fingers over my wet slit.
“Y-yes.”
Pushing the soaked material to the side, his fingers touched my bare skin. He inserted one finger inside me. “Why is it wrong?”
I moaned as he thrust his fingers in and out of my pussy. “You know why.”
“Tell me,” he nipped at my ear again, then continued down my throat, kissing his way down to my breasts. “Tell me why.”
“Oh god,” I lifted onto my tiptoes, desperate to get away from him, hungry for even more. “Because… Because you’re my brother.” As soon as my words left me, I felt another gush of wetness release from my pussy, and I know he felt it too.
Andrew lifted his head, a sly grin on his face. “Mmm. It seems as though you like that.”
I shook my head in defiance, even as he pushed me toward my precipice.
“Sure? Sure you don’t secretly love the idea that your brother has his fingers inside your tight little pussy again?”
All I could do was moan and pray I wasn’t too loud, because all sense left me then. Andrew pumped his fingers in and out, catching my G spot each escort mardin time.
“You’re letting your big brother finger you once more. You’re such a good little sister.”
My mouth fell open in a silent cry as my orgasm rushed over my body. I felt my pussy clench around his fingers. His touch was the fuel, his dirty words the fire that engulfed my entire body. I had barely come down from my high when Andrew spun me around to face the mirror. He placed my hands on the counter and gripped my hips, pulling them out so my ass was at an angle before him.
I saw him in the reflection of the mirror unbutton his jeans and lower them.
“Andrew…”
“Shush,” he ordered, continuing to undress. His underwear came down and his hard cock sprang free, jutting from his body, all thick and swollen.
“Andrew, we can’t,” I told him. There was a panicked edge to my voice.
“Shhh,” he soothed, coming closer and brushing my wild hair over my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the base of my neck. I felt the tip of his cock brush my lips. I heard laughter come from outside, the sound of our clueless relatives.
“Andrew, they’ll catch us! Please, we can’t,” I pleaded.
Andrew pressed his cock closer so that it slid along my slit, catching my clit. I groaned at the sensation. “Don’t you want to feel your brother’s cock inside you?” He pulled back and kissed the tip of him to my entrance slightly, enough to tease me and drive me absolutely crazy. “Don’t you want your pussy to milk my cock? I know I do.”
“This is wrong.”
“Haven’t we already gone over this?”
“But this is different!” I hissed. “This… This is… is…”
“Incest.”
God, just the word made me dizzy. Yes, it was incest. So why did my nipples get a little harder. Why did my pussy clench tighter? This wasn’t the reaction I was supposed to have to that word, and yet it was sent powerful, potent desire through me that I wasn’t sure could be overridden.
All my negative thoughts were diluted compared to the wicked pleasure of his cock at my soaking wet entrance. Without meaning to, my hips had begun pushing back on him, my body desperate for the contact my mind wouldn’t admit to wanting.
Andrew pressed into me ever so slightly and slowly. I bit my lip to stop the loud groan that would have left me. Andrew’s hands went to my hips, and hearing no resistance from me, began to work his cock in more.
My mind was a mess. My brother’s cock was sliding into me slowly, and the wave of lust I felt was enough to consume me. I let out a sharp gasp when Andrew thrust suddenly, and was seated fully inside me.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered. The feeling of fullness was unlike anything I’d ever known before. I could feel him in my stomach, stretching me to accompany him. Though it was tight, it felt like he belonged there. Our bodies melded to each other in a puzzle only we would fit.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “This feels so fucking perfect.”
I moaned in response.
Andrew pulled back and thrust back into me, filling the room with both of our groans and the wet, sloppy sounds of my drenched pussy.
“Oh god, Andrew. This is so bad. Anyone could find us.”
“Mmm. They could. Mom or dad could walk in and see their son fucking their daughter. Could see me pounding your tight little cunt. Could hear just how wet your brother’s cock makes your pussy.” He slammed into me a little harder, backing up his words as the sloppy sounds of our sinful union echoed in the room around us.
I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, common sense losing to the forbidden lust of this moment.
“Tell me you like it as much as I do, Charlie. Tell me my sister loves the feeling of her big brother’s cock inside her.”
I gasped loudly. “Fuck, Andrew.”
“Tell me,” he ordered, thrusting into me harder. “Open your eyes and tell me. “
I did as I was told, meeting his reflection in the mirror. His dark hair fell across his forehead each time he pounded into me, and a pink flush had spread across his cheeks.
“I love it,” I whimpered quietly. “Oh god, I love it.”
“What- do-you-love?” He punched his words between thrusts.
“My brother’s cock,” I finally admitted, keeping my eyes on his like he wanted. “Your cock in my pussy, big brother. I want you inside me forever.”
“You’re fucking dripping wet. You’re soaked for your brother. Tell me how much you want this.”
“I do,” I moaned. “I touched myself last night, thinking of it. It felt so wrong and dirty, but I wanted it to be you again.”
Andrew groaned at my words. “I only wanted to help you relax,” he told me, still pumping into my needy body. “It was the only thing that came to mind that I knew would take your mind off it. And then once you came around my fingers, I wanted more. I wanted to fuck you right there. Wanted to grab my little sister and have her ride my hard cock while everyone around us was asleep.”
His words sent a blinding wave of lust through me. His cock worked my pussy expertly, as though this were what brothers and sisters were made to do. It was hard to imagine any other man fitting me as perfectly as this. The room became filled with our panting moans and the sound of skin slapping together. My heavy tits bounced with each thrust from my brother, which made him squeeze my hips tightly when he saw them in the mirror.